Moalboal Fights

Dark skies on a silent dawn

My face is frowned of all the noise

People are busy as bees

Ready to have a race




On small water drops case

To give a bath on their base

It’s their chance to refreshen

From the games that was tirin’




It’s the start of the day

It’s the start of the fight

Moalboal let’s dig

And play with might




Whistle blows by the referee

And the games start to play

Moalboal WHOOS! Is what they say

To drive the nervousness away




Sweats continue dropping

The ball remains flying

Moalboalanons keep on cheering

To our team who's near to winning



Strong different opponents

But Moalboalanons are determined

To bring the gold

For the place behold.



 

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